Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.